By such signs, and on foot of such examples,some say that bees have supped a draught that is divine,that, as a matter of true fact, a god pervades the whole wide world,sea’s expanse and heaven’s height,whence flocks and herds and men, and all species of savage beast,derive that fine line of life the second they are born.And, what’s more, to him all things return in time, dissolvedand reabsorbed; there is no place for death–instead they soar,still alive–to take their rightful place among the stars.
Georgics, IV.219-27 (trans. Fallon)
If, reader, I had ampler space in whichto write, I’d sing–though incompletely–thatsweet draught for which my thirst was limitless;but since all of the pages pre-disposedfor this, the second canticle, are full,the curb of art will not let me continue.From the most holy wave I now returnedto Beatrice; remade, as new trees arerenewed when they bring forth new boughs, I waspure and prepared to climb unto the stars
Purgatorio, XXXIII.136-145 (trans. Mandelbaum)